The clouds on the mountains like smoke are descending
And cloaking the sunlight they gather with force,
A storm is approaching with rumbles of thunder
And flashes of lightning that follow their course,
Ever encroaching the slopes are now hidden
They creep down the valley as dark as the night,
As echoes do tremble and rain begins falling
And I face the wrath of its vengeance and spite.
A strong wind is blowing and trees are now bending
As rain lashes down from the coal coloured sky,
Whilst shaking the branches with gusts unrelenting
And stripping their leaves as it races on by,
The drumming of hail that does cover the landscape
And glistens in silver as skies start to clear,
As a shaft of a sunbeam does shine through the blanket
Yet still distant rolls of the thunder I hear.
The clouds on the mountains are moving away now
Revealing the picture I so longed to see,
So still is the evening so green is the meadow
Now lit by the sunlight as if just for me,
The birds singing sweetly from boughs in the treetops
A whispering breeze brings a joy to the air,
As arching above there's a rainbow so vivid
That glows on the canvas through clouds of despair.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-clouds-on-the-mountains/
